Fucking listen, do you hear this sound?
The deaf lead the deaf for too long now
This is not a fashion
It's our purpose, our love, our passion
Our voice, our art
Our minds, our heart
And it's pure gold, but not your currency
This fortune, our heirs are melodies
Not for the simple minds, the primitives
Or the waste of lives, the savages
Forged by the fire inside us
Songs we sing remind us
Of a life worth living
A flame worth burning
A little conviction goes a long way
Not for the simple minds, the primitives
Or the waste of lives, the savages
We are a dying breed
This is a crumbling scene
But we'll be engineers
We are the architects
And we will rebuild
